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The girl looked at the boy in front of her playing with his cousins. She smiled. It had been a while since they had seen each other. "Battler-sama..." She found herself saying under her breath remembering their last encounter.

He promised to take her from the island. To be rid of Rokkenjima. Though he did not return the year after with that white horse. "Do you remember our promise?"
"I promise you, Shannon-chan..."

The maid shook her head. There was no way he would remember their promise after this long of a gap.

"What's wrong Shannon-chan? You look like you need a squeeze~ Ihihihi!"

"B-Battler-sama?!" A squeak escaped her mouth as he found him close to her face with a glorious grin. Her face turned into a tomato. That childish face. Nothing changed about him.

The red-head giggled at her flustered face. "Come on, I'll take you to the other and we'll have fun~" He grabbed her hand and dragged her from where she stood afar from them.

The young girl danced around the mansion in secret. It had been almost a year since Battler left the island, but the little one was already excited. She would have to think of what to bring when she would meet him once more.

"Let's meet here once again." He had told her.

Shannon loved his toothy grin. She would do anything to see it again. "Just a few more days Sayo... You'll tell him your real name and your answer to his question." The girl tripped on her dress and giggled again at her clumsiness. "Battler-sama..."

She grabbed a broom and swept away the mansion floors as Natsuhi passed her by, wondering why she was in a good mood that day.

Finally the silence has been disrupted. The golden petals flying around them as tears fell down the witch's eyes. "Battler-san." A gasp could be heard from the redhead. He had finally figured out who Beatrice really was.

"...No... That's not right..." He stuttered over his words with an embarassed face. "Shannon...-chan..."

The golden haired girl snapped her fingers as she removed her illusion to reveal, a certain maid.

Battler stopped his walk. That phrase had been repeating over and over since the game had started.

"Beato...?"

The girl's tears fell from her eyes. The chains that tie her to the island appear on her body, suffocating her. "Liar..."

"What must I do to save you?"

"Remember... Battler-sa--ah~"

The chains continued to tighten around her. Making it hard for her to speak.

"Remember what?" The Ushiromiya was confused. She didn't make any sense.

"P-pro-mi-se..."

Natsu Yuuzora (Kosuke Atari)
Author: Katsu Koneko
Fandom: Umineko
Pairing: Battler/Shannon
Rating: G
The two sat in a secret spot that was away from the adults and the other cousins. The discussed many mysteries. Each enjoying each other's company.

"Ihihihi~ Shannon-chan! I did not know you liked mysteries~"

"B-But of course Battler-sama. I read them in my spare time."

The redhead grinned. "You know what~! How about you come take you away from here. It must be boring staying in the mansion?"

Shannon blushed. This was too sudden. "I-I-I... do not know, Battler-sama..." She glanced down embarrassed by being asked such an offer.

The boy giggled and scratched his head. "Ah. Ihihihi~ Sorry about springing that up with you. How about you tell me next year? Let's meet here!"

The maid glanced up and nodded. "Yes, of course. I'll give you my answer then."

"I waited you know..." She spoke in a quiet voice as she looked up at him from the chair that was usually occupied by Kinzo.

The boy blinked. "What are you doing in that chair Shannon-chan? Where's grandfather?"

"Kinzo-sama has appointed me as the next head."

"He what?"

"Welcome back, Battler-sama."

Soul taker (JAM Project)
Author: Katsu Koneko
Fandom: Umineko
Pairing: Battler/Shannon
Rating: G
The souls of the dead revived once more. Though the two rivals sat back to back. Their game had ended. "My role here is no longer needed. The witch can finally be put to rest."

"B-Beato."

The girl smirked as she snapped her fingers. Her whole form being engulfed by butterflies.
"Don't leave!" Tears trickled down his cheeks. They were finally reunited.

"Silly, I'm not leaving. Battler-sama."

Battler opened his eyes and the golden butterflies flew away to reveal a familiar maid. "S-Shannon you're...?"

Title: No Law Against It
Author: Skiyomi
Fandom: Pokemon
Pairing/s: Barry/Dawn
Rating: PG
Note: For a dare.

Spoiler:- Barry/Dawn:

Officer Jenny reclined in her squeaky office chair at the front desk. It had been an exhausting week. Team Rocket had held up another Pokemon Center on Friday. They hadn’t been much of a problem after they’d been shot screaming into the sky by some kid with a baseball cap, but the homicidal vacuum robot they’d left behind… well, it had taken hours to get old Mrs. Johnston out of the tube, and at this point she was just hoping that the horrible old woman wouldn't sue the city for the suction marks and ‘emotional damage’ she claimed to have been exposed to. Then there was the rare candy trafficking. It was getting worse. Kids were getting a hold of that stuff and it was just… well, you saw some sights you’d like to forget in this business. Then there was the Spearow thing. Some genius had gotten the idea to release a flock of them to control the runaway Caterpie infestation, but now the Spearows were breeding like crazy and they had a Spearow infestation on top of everything else. Bird doings were everywhere and Spearows were in the midst of being reclassified as invasive.

And now on top of everything else, some kid was shouting at her.

“I want to fine this person!” the blonde kid shouted, pointing at a girl holding a Piplup who looked like she wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. “She owes me money!”

“C-c’mon, Barry,” the girl said, holding up a hand like she was sure this all had to be a joke as her Piplup hopped onto Jenny’s desk. “You’re not serious, right?”

“Of course I’m serious, Dawn!” he that was known as Barry shot back. He leaned over Jenny’s desk. “I’m thinking at least a thousand dollars, and that’s being generous!”

Jenny gave Piplup a slightly wary look out of the corner of her eye as it investigated her stapler. “…A thousand dollars… for what?”

Barry crossed his arms. “She refused to tell me whether she was going to the Spring Carnival over in Lilyville City! She’s deliberately withholding information!”

“All I said was I didn’t know if I was going or not,” Dawn said, holding up her hands in a placatory way. “You know I’ve got a lot to do. I was thinking about lining up another photo shoot soon, or maybe even heading out to Isshu to visit Ash.”

“Ash?” Barry repeated, sounding affronted. “Why would you want to do that? The Spring Carnival happens only once every…” he paused for a moment, “…Spring,” he finished lamely. “How are you gonna miss out on it for such trivial reasons?!”

“They’re not trivial!” Dawn said, and it was her turn to sound insulted. She might’ve said more on that score, but she looked over at Jenny’s desk and got distracted. “Piplup! No!” She rushed over and lifted him forcibly away from the police officer’s coffee mug. “I’m really sorry about that,” she said earnestly.

“No trouble,” Jenny said in a faraway voice as she looked at her beak-tainted coffee. “After all, it was the only thing keeping me going.”

Barry smacked a hand down on the desk. “Enough stalling! Are you gonna help me fine this girl or not? There must be some kinda ordinance against such covert behavior.”

“There isn’t,” Jenny said dully.

“Well, could’ya check?” Barry asked.

Jenny stared at him. Then she said: “No.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Dawn said, still trying to get to grips with the situation. “You always say you’re going to fine people, but you’ve never tried anything like this. What’s changed?”

“Well, uh…” Barry said, crossing his arms and looking off to the side, suddenly short of words. “It’s just… I guess it’s just important this time, is all.”

Jenny looked from Barry to Dawn and back to Barry. She rubbed her forehead. Today was going to be a headache-inducing day.

She looked Barry straight in the eye and said: “Listen. You can’t fine a girl for not going on a date with you.”

Admittedly, he usually wasn't one to take such an idiotic challenge, either, but Blue had been insistent to the point where she could have embarrassed him in front of his own gym, and Green knew when to call it quits in a situation like that.

Now, wrapped up in some hastily-donned winter clothes that really weren't enough for the cold, Green was starting to wish he'd just thrown Blue out of the gym in the first place. It was a bit of a tight position, at least for his pride: back down and admit defeat to the annoying girl in front of him, or risk getting caught doing something incredibly stupid.

Blue, infuriatingly but unsurprisingly, had no such reservations, imparting one final taunt as she ran off: "Remember, you can't resort to battling this time! You've got to do everything yourself!" Green considered yelling a retort, but remembered another of Blue's clauses just in time: no impeding your opponent's progress. Knowing Blue, if he woke Yellow up by being noisy she'd call it off and force him into something worse.

Grinding his teeth at the thought, Green ran the short distance from Viridian to Pallet, motivating himself with irritation at Blue. By all logic, Red should be home and resting from the cold. Considering this was Red, Green decided logic could be thrown to the wind. He headed south.

True to prediction, his rival was training, apparently against a Seaking he'd scared up above the ice. Green forced his hand away from the Pokeballs at his belt; it would be so easy just to stake things over a battle, but he was going to beat Blue at this and he was going to do it right.

Shoving the embarrassment at such a ridiculous task aside, Green tiptoed up behind Red, the snow muffling his footsteps as he reached out, and--

"Who's th-- Huh? Green?"

Green prided himself on the self-control necessary not to curse or scowl. So much for that tactic. "You didn't notice me? You need to pay more attention to your surroundings."

Red blinked, frowned, and shrugged, in that order. "Well, I was training... It's not like there's anything dangerous in Pallet Town anyway." He blinked again, smiling slightly. "What's up?"

Green shrugged almost imperceptibly, weighing his chances. Stealth was out; so was anything that involved Pokemon. Being straight with Red wasn't likely to win him this dare either. That left...

"Your hat."

Red instantly looked bewildered, glancing up as if he could see the top of his head better that way. Green kicked a patch of snow aside impatiently. Finally: "...My hat?"

Green nodded as if Red was missing something obvious. "You look ridiculous." Before Red could speak, he continued. "It's covered in dirt and there's a tear in it. It doesn't look a thing like when you first bought it. Did you really not notice that?"

Red started to speak, then stopped. He tried again. The third time was the charm. "It doesn't look that bad..." Despite his words, Green noticed the question evident in Red's tone, and suppressed a triumphant smile.

"Don't be an idiot. It's called cleaning your clothes. I can't believe you never do it." He reached out and grabbed the brim of Red's hat. "Ugh... If you're not going to take care of it, I'll do it for you." Whoops, a blunder. "I'll get my sister to clean it, all right?"

Red pulled away protectively, the hat ironically coming off in the motion. As Red reached for it, Green pulled it away. "I'm not hanging around with anyone who thinks this is hygiene." He turned around and walked off.

"Hey-- Wait a minute!" Green turned, looking exasperated.

"You'll get it back tomorrow." He hesitated, then pulled off his own winter hat, throwing it to Red. The idea that 80% of your body heat was lost through your head seemed believable right now. "You can wear this for now if you need a hat. It's better for you anyway."

Leaving the confused, incredulous Red behind in the snow, Green broke into a run only when he was sure his rival wasn't going to give chase. Despite acting like a complete idiot, that hadn't gone so badly. No way had Blue beaten his time.

Back behind the gym, Green was proven painfully wrong. Blue stood there, unaware of his presence, trying on Yellow's hat. Sneaking up behind her, successfully this time, Green snatched it away.

"Hey, no touching! That's my hat now!"

Green groaned. "It's Yellow's hat. What are you going to do with it anyway?"

Blue winked, and Green resisted a sudden urge to swallow heavily; that look was never good. "That's for me to know..."

Without removing it from her waist, Blue tapped the button on her Jigglypuff's Pokeball. In one swift movement, she snatched Red's hat from an unsuspecting Green and handed them both to an already-floating Pokemon.

"...and you to find out from Red."

Green could have yelled. He could have grabbed Blue and demanded answers, and more importantly, the hat back, not hitting a girl be damned.

He sighed, staring at Blue incredulously. "You didn't say we weren't giving the hats back." And Red was expecting to get it from Daisy the next day, too...

Blue spun in place, staring up at the sky. "I forgot! Don't worry, Red and Yellow will get their hats back."

Green didn't bother to stop the glare. "So... you're just giving them back. That's a pretty pathetic prank, for you."

Blue shook her head mischievously. "In a way." Green stared. "They'll have to talk to each other now, if they want their own hats back."

Green blinked. It took a moment for the words to sink in.

"You embarrassed me in front of the gym and my rival just so you could try to set them up?" Blue took a step forward, shrugging innocently.

"Of course not! All of that was your fault. I just did what any good samaritan would do for my friends... And you helped."

Green exhaled slowly, resting his head on one hand. "God, now I'm glad I don't wear a hat."

Blue pulled his hand away, pushing his head up. Green froze. "Hey, I'd never do anything like that to my partner in crime." Green didn't move. Blue's pout turned into a smile once more. "Besides..." She dropped her hands and turned away.

Dawn chanced a look at the Sinnoh Champion over her menu. It had been a real surprise running into Cynthia on her way into town and she’d been happy to see a familiar face. After traveling alone for awhile you get lonely for your friends. Getting to call someone as amazing as Cynthia a friend was a treat in itself. So she’d been thrilled when Cynthia agreed to go with her to the local ice cream parlor and catch up.

“Hmm,” Cynthia hummed, looking over the menu as though heavily weighing her options.

Dawn couldn’t help but think it as she looked on… Cynthia was such an impressive person. Even when she wasn’t battling! She was strong, but more than that she was compassionate, understanding and empathetic.

Not to mention beautiful, she couldn’t help but think wistfully. It’s hard not to be jealous of that hair-do. Her whole look attracted attention. She had to admit it, no one wore dress pants and fur trim quite like Cynthia. At this point, Dawn thought to herself, I’m not sure if I want to be her or if I just want to marry her.

She gasped in surprise at herself and tried to hide behind her menu. Cynthia didn’t appear to notice.

…That was a joke, right? She asked herself. Well, I should know, shouldn’t I?

Her face steamed red behind her menu. What’s with the awkwardness of the sudden? she chided herself. You’ve battled alongside her before and you didn’t feel the need to spazz out!

…Well, yes, she added as an afterthought, but there always was something major going on. Now that all the distractions are gone I guess I’m just… noticing things more.

She shook her head violently. Why was she thinking such crazy things anyway? It must’ve just been because she was hungry. Yeah. That’s it.

Dawn found herself wishing Cynthia would just make up her mind. She was sure that her mental turmoil had to be just a low blood sugar thing. Once she had some food in her system, things would start making sense again.

“This place seems really good,” Dawn said. “I’m sure it’ll be great no matter what you get.”

“But it’s so hard to choose,” Cynthia responded. “You can only pick three different scoops for the custom banana split.” She looked over the list and began reading down the highlights: “Mint chocolate chip, cookie dough, butter pecan, strawberry, peanut butter, fudge…” she trailed off. “I’m just not sure how to narrow it down to three.”

“Well…” Dawn began, shifting uncomfortably. “I guess you could get mint chocolate chip, cookie dough, and butter pecan and I could get strawberry, peanut butter, and fudge and then you could always have some of mine too.”

Dawn winced backwards in instant embarrassment as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She wanted to hide behind the menu again, but Cynthia was staring at her.

“That is,” Dawn began again, nervously waving her hands. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to! I mean, like, don’t feel pressured to if you’re worried that I have germs or something!”

Congratulations, a snide little voice in her head said, you’ve just told Sinnoh Champion and all around fantastic individual Cynthia that you have germs. Nice. Dawn crumpled.

When she looked up, Cynthia was beaming at her.

“I think that is an excellent idea, Dawn,” she said, putting down her menu.

The boy smiled at the thought of it. It felt so good to call her his girlfriend, emphasis on the his.

She was finally his.

After all those years of waiting, after all this time...they were finally together.

He loved how he could put his arm around her now without her looking at him weird anymore. He loved how he could hug her anytime. He loved how he could steal kisses from her without her even being bothered by it.

He loved how she was his now.

He wouldn't have to be so "overprotective" of her anymore, whenever a guy came up and talked to her. Because they were an item now, and he knew that Dawn would never cheat on him. She was too nice to go down to that level.

And Kenny was glad that she was like that.

'Oh Dawn...' he thought in his head, a smitten smile creeping up his face as he began to think of his love.

She was, in fact, the girl of his dreams.

She was beautiful; with that long midnight blue hair, those sapphire eyes, that shining grin, and that perfect figure...what boy couldn't help but stare at her? She stood out from all the other girls.

There was just something about her that made her different.

And, not to mention, her amazing personality.

She had the kind of personality that everyone could love. She was just that type of person that anybody, and everybody, would want to be around.

Brock sighed and buried his head while Ash and Dawn screamed at each other. They ended up getting into a big argument about which direction to go. The trio had just made it into a cave while on their way to Sunyshore and Ash’s next gym battle and came across a fork in the path. Ash wanted to go one and Dawn wanted to go the other way so they both argued about which way to go.

Piplup, in Dawn’s arms, sighed and buried his head in his fins. He always hates it when his trainer and Ash argued. They always seem to constantly argue now so much and that’s the first sign of love. Of course the two are just too thick-headed to even admit they have feelings for each other.

Pikachu, on Ash’s left shoulder, closed his eyes and sighed. If they continue to fight, I’m swear I’m gonna shock the both of them! Pikachu, just like Piplup has had with Ash and Dawn’s arguments and can’t seem to take too much more of it.

“I know this is the right way so when you reach a dead end, whose gonna be the one laughing?!” Dawn screamed back at him; anger evident in her actions.

Ash scowled and walked off in his own direction while Dawn walked off on her own direction. Brock shook his head, “Ash, Dawn, wait!” Brock shouted, following Ash down the path he went down.

Meanwhile, neither Ash or his friends had noticed that they were being watched while Ash and Dawn were arguing. Team Rocket; a trio made up of two humans, a male and a female, as well as a Pokemon named Meowth, who somehow acquired the amazing to speak, just stared after them. They disguised themselves as mine workers so no one would know who they are.

After a few minutes, the red-haired female, Jessie, “both the boy twerp and the girl twerp seemed to be arguing a lot lately.”

The blue-haired male, James, and Meowth nodded in agreement. “I think they’re both too afraid to admit that they have feelings for each other.” James said, sighing.

“So, should we tell them that both paths do run into each other?” Jessie asked, looking at her companions.

The figures in the middle of the magic circle shone in an appropriately eldritch way that shrouded the details of each figure in a sort of reverse-silhouette effect. Chalk lines beneath them scribbled in occult patterns, as though whoever had drawn them had trembled in fear of the dark creatures they would soon be calling (or they were just excitable). Torches lined the perimeter of the circle, their flames licking the night. The magic light dimmed to reveal the figures as two stunned eleven year olds, which was not at all in keeping with the supernatural atmosphere.

“Ooooaaawww! Miss Lina! You read it wrong!” a female voice screeched.

“Well, I’m sorry, Amelia,” the peevish voice of Lina Inverse retorted. “If you think you can read this worm-eaten incantation written by a mad-man on quicksilver better than I can, then be my guest!”

“Whatever that means,” Lina said, rolling her eyes. “Look, the pronunciation here is really fiddly, and it’s in a dead language. What am I supposed to do?”

“I told you we shouldn’t have tried to summon him anyway!” Amelia responded. “It’s just not right!”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like we have any other options anyway,” Lina dismissively. She flicked her eyes up to the scared preteens in the circle. “Look, I’m gonna try to send you back now. But I’m not exactly sure where I got you from, so I might be off by a couple of worlds and a century or two. I’m sure you’ll figure it out in no time though. You may feel a slight pinch as every atom in your body is destroyed and rebuilt.” She turned her eyes back to the book.

His fist came rushing to the young boy. As his mind screamed to run his body refuse as it was already in too much pain to listen to any advice. The shadow grabbed his shirt and lifted him off his feet as his was dangling in the hands of what the shadow refers to himself. The raven hair boy’s eyes blinked from time to time, trying to not let the pain turn him down. That he knew that once he closed them for longer than the second. It would be the end to everything he knew.

“To be stuck in your body is more painful than what you’re feeling now, boy.” He laughed right after. It was getting harder to breath as Ash felt his lungs about to shut down, ready to give up. At least he would see her. Say sorry, ask for forgiveness. The sound of footsteps hastened as both heard another unknown victim was running to their death place.

“Ash?!” Her voice called out the boy’s name. “What is happening to you?!” She called. Her voice wasn’t as loud since she was on the other end of the door. her fists collided on the door numerous times, asking for a sign that Ash was alright. “Ash?!” She repeated as she continued knocking on the boy’s bedroom door.

“Misty...” his voice was starting to fade out that it was hard for anyone to hear. His tone of voice began to sound rasp and dry. The door flashed wide open and in came the young gym leader. Her face was traumatic to what she saw with her eyes, she quickly stepped backwards but soon fear froze her to the spot. She wanted to speak but that to, died. Electricity crawled up the shadow’s arm as a grin grew on his face. His eyes glared straight into her emerald eyes. Sending a message through vision. A small neon blue sphere started to grow on his palm as more electrical sparks became more visible and materialize. Never did the young gym leader felt so much fear, more fear than seeing bug pokemon right in front of her eyes.

“Too late.” He smirked as the electrical beam soon headed towards the red head’s direction. The beam was a direct hit as a huge flash emerged when came into contact with the girl’s body. A huge collision soon appeared when her small body collapsed onto the ground. Her body didn’t respond after the attack. No movement happened afterwards. Only silence.

Pearlshipping

He slowly took each step carefully and slowly as he could, treating each step like they were fragile glass steps and could break any moment with Misty guiding him down the stairs, treating him like a child learning to walk. Soon both made down the stairs and there standing in front of the boy was his own mother and the professor he first met when he started his journey. His mother covered his mouth, finding hard to believe that her son was awake and calm. Different to what her own eyes told her the last time she saw her own son. She began to take one step at a time, each step gradually getting faster and confident. Soon her pace turned into a running pace and she embraced her only child in her arms, breaking Ash’s grip with Misty’s hand. Her mother didn’t say a word but instead began to cry. He felt his mother’s love and concern and how worried she was. He slowly lifted his arms and enfolded his arms around his mother. He tried his best not to cry.

“I’m sorry mom.” His expression in his voice sounded he was about to cry in front of his mother. “I didn’t mean to do that to you.” Tears soon fell down his cheeks.

His mother looked into his eyes and wiped her son’s tears away. She soon smiled as she fixed her son’s hair. “I’m so glad your even alive.” Tears of joy started to build in her eyes. “The night I saw you, that’s nothing compared to what you did to me earlier.” Tears ran down her cheeks. “I’m glad you were so concerned to me.” She continued to cry. “That night I saw you, you were covered in so much blood I couldn’t tell you was my own son and the look in your eyes, and they stained the colour of blood.” She continued to shed more tears and soon her old time friend, Professor Oak came to her side and placed his hand on her left shoulder. “I could have never imagined my own son looking back at me asking for forgiveness when he has done nothing wrong.”

“Mom please...” His mother’s influence started to make him start to feel guilt inside of him. “...please stop crying Mom.”

She wiped her tears away as soon her son asked for the request. She smiled slightly and rubbed her fingers down his right cheek. “I’m so happy to have a son like you. Any mother would be jealous that you are my son.” She hugged her son once more. “I’m so glad you’re here. If you died that night, I don’t know what I would do.”

“If she didn’t die that night, she would have killed you. It was either you or her.”

Kasumi’s statement ran through his mind over and over again. Also his mother last statement of her not knowing what to do if he died with her ran freely in his thoughts. The night of the murder re-ran in his head. The glare in her eyes was not the same; the cheerful caring girl he cared for became the stare of death in them that night. Dark aura surrounded her body as she grinned at him with a devilish smile. Her laugh had lost the kindness in them and each time she laughed that night was more of a mock at everything he achieved at. Her hair was wild and loose and had lost the beauty he admired.

The best kind of Batman was one that was completely under the Joker's control.

The Joker took a sadistic joy in seeing the obvious power struggle between him and Batman; It made him think that the so-called "Dark Knight" wasn't so mighty after all. But he was a little masochistic too, getting hurt himself was equally as fun.

Yes, the best kind of Batman was one that was completely under the Joker's control.

A young teenaged girl softly sighed as she hid behind the menu she was holding.

"I barely know anything about him..." she muttered under her breath.

The girl, who was known as Riot6296, sat at a local fancy restaurant. Why, do you might ask, she was there? Well, other SPPF members had set her up with another member on a blind date. Riot6296 didn't know why they did, and why she even let them drag her into this...

...but it was too late to back out now.

She was already sitting at a table they've reserved for the blind date, a slightly awkward smile plastered on her face everytime he looked at her. He'd already offered to pay for her, and she'd already politely agreed.

Plus, it was just plain rude to ditch your date.

But, Riot6296 really wasn't good with dates. Especially blind dates.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" a voice interrupted her thoughts.

Returning to reality, she lowered her menu down to look at the boy in front of her.

A concerned expression took over his face, his eyes full of worry.

Riot6296 gulped. "I-I'm fine, Darato," she lied, her voice breaking.

Darato kept a straight face, his mouth in a thin line. "It's okay if you're nervous. To tell you the truth, I am too," he admitted. "But, if we wanna make this date worthwhile, I say we should push that anxiety aside, and just get to know each other. Okay?"

Dawn shouted as she stood on the dock waving to Ash, Pikachu, and Brock, who are on the ferry on their way back to Kanto. Dawn knew that her travels with Brock and Ash wouldn’t be forever but she never expected the day would come so quickly.

“Pip Piplup!” Piplup yelled while waving to Pikachu

As Dawn continued to wave to Brock and Ash, Piplup jumped on her shoulder. “Piplup?” Piplup asked in a worried voice.

Dawn gave the Pokemon a sad smile. “I’m ok, Piplup. Don’t worry.”

“Hey Deedee!”

A voice from behind Dawn and Piplup came. Dawn turned around, where she was met with the sight of her childhood friend and now rival, Kenny.

“Kenny? What are you doing here?” Dawn asked, surprise evident in her voice.

“I came over because I was getting ready to go to Hoenn to compete in the contest there,” Kenny said before he started to look around for Ash and Brock. “Hey, Dawn, where did Ash and Brock go?”

Dawn looked at Kenny sadly, “they left.”

“Huh, what was that?”

“They left.” she said, getting a bit irritated by Kenny’s questions. “They went back to Kanto.”

“Oh bummer,” Kenny said, looking at Dawn disappointed. Kenny noticed how upset Dawn was about Ash and Brock leaving Sinnoh and that’s when he also realize that Dawn did develop some feelings for Ash while she, Brock, and Ash were traveling through Sinnoh. “Hey Deedee, why don’t you come to Hoenn with me?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you never did give me an answer when I asked you to travel with me if I beat Ash in a battle. So, come on, why don’t you come with me to Hoenn?”

The weather was chilly and windy one morning at Fuchsia City; the clouds were abundant and blocked the suns rays from hitting the Earth. One young man was going through his daily routine of flying over to the Fuchsia City gym to meet up and talk to a friend of his whom he found out he shared many common things with; one such thing being their fathers.

The young man, Falkner, was on land not one minute after hopping off his Pidgeot before a thick and sticky thread wrapped around his torso, pulling him towards the ground before he can say "oof".

"Well, if it isn't Falkner!" a feminine voice said with amusement. Falkner opened his eyes after the shock of being pulled down and looked up, eyes meeting those of the person he came to see, Janine. Her Ariados came into view, the webbing protruding from its abdomen connected with him.

"J-Janine! Um, could you get me out of this?" he pleaded, wriggling in his spot to gesture the web immobilizing him. Janine laughed at his pathetic state, but soon looked down on him with a devilish grin.

"No, I don't think so," she whispered, and Falkner was starting to question his decision of going out in rain-threatening weather.

Because of this, their relationship was rocky from the start. Both of their kind were against the very thought of a union between them, and they agreed. But they both managed to put up with each other...to the point they had children together!?

When Zoroark came into their den, his mate Ninetales growled at him for being late and not bringing enough food back. It was her usual way of cursing him for being a useless excuse of a father, in her opinion.

"Two? You only brought two Raticates back? That isn't nearly enough to feed the kits and ourselves at the same time, and you know it!" Ninetales snarled at him. "I bet you didn't even hunt them, you probably just found them dead somewhere."

Zoroark plopped the dead rat Pokemon on the floor of the den and turned his back to her angrily, and she did the same. He knew she added that last part just for the sake of adding more venom when she spoke to him, but he ignored it. Just then, they heard the hungry crying of the little ones.

Both parents turned around to look at their children. Their kits were nestled in the corner of the den. They were unusual; Pokemon babies were usually only the species of the mother. This was a rare case, as Ninetales gave birth to a batch of both Vulpix and Zorua. Unlike their parents, they got along at their young age, and were cuddling up together closely, while yipping at each other in an adorable way.

Zoroark finally spoke. "You know what?"

"Oh, what now?" Ninetales replied with disdain.

"See our kits? They aren't bickering, unlike us. Maybe we should be like them, for once."

Ninetales would normally be too 'proud' to admit to agreeing to Zoroark, she made an exception, this one time.

Jessie was practicing for her next Contest, having forced James to loan him Mime Jr. for the appeal rounds, as that was all he’d allow for his baby Psychic-type. James and Meowth were watching with mild interest.

“Mime Jr., use Confusion!” Jessie commanded. Mime Jr. gave a cheerful cry as a blue glow covered Jessie and she began to levitate. Mime Jr. twirled her around and around for a minute.

“Now for the grand finale!” cried Jessie. All Mime Jr. shot Jessie like a cannonball straight ahead… into James, who had been spooked by a Haunter.

Having seen what it had done, Mime Jr. dropped the Confusion and checked to make sure everyone was okay. Jessie was on top of James in the sixty-nine position.

She was on a beach in Isshu, which is God-knows-how-far-away from Cerulean, on a vacation with her sisters. The Gyms in Kanto always stopped accepting challengers at this time of year in observance of the Indigo Conference. Still, Isshu was a bit too far away for her liking, but Daisy promised a super-rare Water Pokemon for coming with them, so she figured she’d at least get some fresh blood into her Gym team. For now, though, her tan was more important.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blue-haired guy in black giving her the eye, one she recognized as James from Team Rocket. Wordlessly calling out her new Mijumaru – the Pokemon Daisy promised her – she ordered a Boiling Water attack, which sent James blasting off again.

“Geez, I hope that didn’t burn him,” Misty thought. She dismissed the idea just as soon as it arrived, understanding he’s had worse.

EDIT: Rank up! I think I've mastered this whole posting thing!

Last edited by Nightlingbolt; 28th September 2010 at 4:03 AM.

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Friend Safari: Pansage, Petilil, Gogoat

As of now, my focus is on Safaris with starters (barring Wartortle and Quilladin), but give me your Safari anyway. Chances are I'll find something interesting.

Title: Two Can Play at That Game
Author: TRO
Fandom: Po-ke-mon
Pairing: Uncomfortableshipping (Conway x Ursula)
Rating: G
Notes: Fail dare. Not to be taken seriously.

Spoiler:- Two Can Play at That Game:

A malicious glint flashed over the lenses of Conway's glasses. He peered around the corner of the hall to see a red-haired girl standing there, Plusle and Minun at her side.

"Our next opponent thinks he's so undefeatable with that Slowking of his. But we'll show him our special combo!" At this, the girl, Ursula, cackled wildly, a horrible sound that resonated through the hall.

"Heh, so she's been watching my battle style and thinks I'll be using Slowking, eh? I'll just show her differently..." Conway chuckled to himself, adjusting his glasses once more.

...It wasn't long before the battle commenced, and then promptly ended, with both of Ursula's Electric Pokemon fallen to Conway's Aggron and Shuckle.

"It's like you knew what I was planning to do, but howw?" Ursula cried after the battle.

"You're not the only one who can cree- I mean, using cunning in order to obtain an advantage over your opponent. If you want...I can show you some of my clever strategies sometime..." Conway leaned in close to Ursula's face, flashing a grin. She backed up in disgust.

"Ew, yeah right." With that, she sauntered off, not caring if she lost.

But once Conway gained an interest in you, it wasn't easy to shake off..."

Ash sat back on sofa and stared at the television set. He was barely watching it. To be honest, he was just glad to be back home for a little while. Journeying was fun… but it was tiring. It was nice to be able to see his mom again. Not to mention old friends.

He looked off to the side of the room with a less-than-happy expression. Old friends, that was the thing. It had been the best surprise imaginable to find Misty waiting when they got home. Man, was it ever good to see her again!

But… he’d barely gotten to talk to her since.

Misty and Dawn sat in the corner of the room chatting animatedly to one another as if there was no tomorrow. They seemed to be having fun.

“I don’t get it,” Ash said quietly to Brock. “Why are they getting along so well?”

Brock raised an eyebrow as he sipped his still-too-hot chocolate. “Did you expect them to be enemies or something?”

“No,” Ash said, and to Brock’s ear it sounded rather wistful. “I just thought… you know, they’d be nice to each other and stuff… But they’re acting like they’re been friends forever.”

“An instant rapport,” Brock said in that voice he tried to use to sound more mature than he was.

“I mean, they’ve just met,” Ash said, gesturing wildly. “What could they be talking about for hours and hours?” He fell back onto the sofa again. “What could they possibly have in common?”

Brock sipped the tongue-burning liquid in his mug and thought for a moment. Then he said: “Maybe… you?”

“Whaaaaat?” Ash said, sitting up immediately.

He turned over to look at the girls, still in the midst of their happy little discussion. Misty pointed to him and said something he couldn’t hear. Dawn blushed and Misty giggled.

Ash stood up and bellowed in their direction: “Hey! What are you two whispering about?”

The young man with sandy brown hair quickly glanced at the equally young woman sitting beside him before returning his attention to the vast and clear sky.

"Green, what is it?" the girl asked a second time. Green brought his tea cup to his lips and sipped the warm beverage casually, briefly ignoring the deathly glare the brunette was piercing through him. He set his cup down and continued his gazing.

"Nothing; I was just remarking how blue the sky was," he responded. "Why do you have to assume that every time I say the word 'blue' it must refer to you?" He cast his emerald eyes towards his fellow Dex Holder, and was forever glad he did.

Blue's earlier frown transformed into a gorgeous smile as bright as day that could cause any man to fall into the deep abyss of love.

"Well, I think of you whenever I see anything that's green." Her hand intertwined with his, her smile still stunning.

Ash groaned as he leaned back against the edge of his bed, running a tissue over his nose.

Of all the rotten luck, he thought to himself as he watched the opening ceremony of the Lily of the Valley Conference of the Sinnoh League. It’s just so unfair that I can’t be down there. Why now, out of all times I could have been sick with the flu, why did have to be now? It was true, the opening ceremony of the Lily of the Valley Conference had just begun and he was unable to participate due to the fact that he had gotten sick with the flu.

“Ughh, why me?” Ash groaned, burying his head in his pillow.

Dawn walked out from the bathroom of their hotel room to see Ash burying his head in his pillow and she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Still upset that you had to miss the opening ceremony, huh?” she asked, she kind of felt sorry for Ash. If she was forced to miss the opening ceremony of the Grand Festival, she’d be angry.

“Yessss!” Ash exclaimed, drawing the word out slowly. “Paul’s gonna think I forfeited the league and that I was too scared to battle him again! He won’t think I’m a worthy rival! I’m not gonna give him that satisfaction, Dawn, I just won’t!”

Dawn sighed and slapped her hand to her forehead. Why is always Paul this and Paul that with him? “You’re sick, Ash, I think Paul will understand.” She paused before she continued, “besides, I’m not going to let you gonna down there and risk your condition getting any worse.” With that, Dawn put a tray on Ash’s lap, which had a bowl of soup, “now, eat up.” Ash groaned and looked up at Dawn, “I also have your meds here too, Ash.”

Title: Not Even Onions Could Help
Author: pokefan#493
Fandom: Vocaloids
Pairing/s: Miku/Kaito
Rating: PG+ (mild language. VERY mild)
Note: darey dare. inspired by Kaito's version of World Is Mine. Tsundere Miku = win.

Spoiler:- dare:

"K-Kaito! What the hell were you doing in here?!" the adolescent teen screeched from her place in the kitchen's doorway. For a brief moment she thought, Something exploded in here I know it, like in those cartoons when the goof-up tries to cook dinner, and noticed with a piqued curiosity that there was a pleasant aroma of spring onions, or leeks, in the air -- her favorite vegetable.

"Ah, Miku!" Kaito exclaimed in delight, automatically brightening up. He practically ran over to her in his ecstatic joy. Before he got any closer to her, however, she instinctively brought her palms up to stop him in his tracks, and practically landed a hard punch to his nose at the same time.

"Tell me, Kaito, why the kitchen looks like a total mess. Now." She looked at him sternly with a hint of annoyance, but her intense gaze and shining teal eyes caused a brilliant blush to crawl onto Kaito's cheeks. Who cares if she practically broke my face, SHE'S STARING AT ME SO CLOSELY!

"I-I was just trying to make leek-flavored ice cream for my s-sweet p-p-princes--OOF!" All the air rushed out of his lungs as Miku's swift but surprisingly powerful (powerful for her body-size and age) fist made contact with his stomach before she stomped away in quick steps, leaving him to clutch the area in agony.

"S-stupid Kaito..." The smell of leeks still hung in the air, with a miniature bit of vanilla mixed in, and Miku's blush deepens from this small detail.

Kinda longer than the maximum length, but I frickin' LOVE this pairing.

Misty felt her heart leap with joy as she felt a tug on her fishing line.

'This could be the rare Water-type I've been hunting for!'

The redhead pulled on her fishing rod, meeting a considerable resistance, much more than she expected. Water Pokemon in ponds normally weren't this heavy... She continued to tug until -

Something came flying out of the water, something that wasn't a Pokemon. And that something, or should I say someone, landed directly on top of her.

"Whaaatt?! Who are you? And get off of me!" Misty shoved the person off of her, who happened to be a boy around her age with spiky blue hair.

Instead of answering her questions, the boy pointed to the sky. "Look what you've done!" he exclaimed. "You scared away the Swanna I was trying to capture!" In the distance, Misty could see two swan-like Pokemon flying away, obviously startled by their confrontation.

She quickly forgot about her annoyance and stared at them in awe. "Swanna, no way! Don't the fact that they're Water-type make them just the best?"

"I think you mean the fact that they're Flying-types," the boy replied.

"Oh yeah, says who?!"

"Says me, Falkner! And I'm going to be the greatest bird trainer ever!"

Just then, another boy ran up to them, carrying an injured Pikachu. "Hey so my Pikachu's injured and I gotta get it to the Pokemon Center asap! So if you don't mind, Imma borrow your bike. I'll return it one day!"

The black-haired boy jumped on Misty's bike and rode off, splashing mud in the duo's faces in the process.

Paul angrily sighed as he looked over his shoulder, where he saw Dawn standing behind him, “can I help you?”

“Umm,” Dawn nervously drew out and put her hand behind her head, scratching the back of her neck nervously. Ash and Brock had just left Sinnoh and Dawn had decided to stay in Sinnoh. She’s not one for traveling alone. When she saw Paul inside the Twinleaf Town PokeMart, she had thought that maybe Paul would be willing to travel with her. Dawn is not someone who would enjoy traveling alone.

Paul sighed and shook his head before he continued, not giving Dawn the chance to complete her sentence. “Wait Paul!” Dawn yelled as she went after him.

“Where’s that guy that you were traveling with before?” Paul asked, apparently noticing the absence of his rival. “what‘s his name again?” Paul asked her, turning his head to look at the young girl behind him. What on earth does she want from me?

Oh yeah, Paul has no idea that Ash has left Sinnoh. Dawn thought to herself, looking over at Paul. “He left,” she replied, sadness evident in her voice, “he and Brock went back to Kanto.”

“Ok,” Paul answered, “but that still doesn’t explain why you’re following me. What do you want?”

Dawn nervously scratched the back of her neck. What’s the best for me to approach that subject, especially with Paul? “Well, I had thought that since Ash and Brock are gone, maybe you’d be willing to let me travel with you? I honestly don’t want to travel alone.”

“You want to travel with me?” Paul asked surprised. I wonder why it is she chose to ask me. “We barely know each other and now you’re telling me that you want to travel with me?”

Dawn nodded, “yeah, I know this might sound weird-” Dawn began before Paul cut her off.

“Weird?” Paul questioned, “more like crazy. What made you decide to ask me? There are probably other guys you have met on your journey, like that Kenny, why did you pick me?”

Dawn knitted her eyebrows, “well, I just thought that it might be fun if we traveled with each other. I’ll even wear my cheerleading outfit to support you in Gym battles, if you’re willing to travel with me. Please, Paul? Pretty pretty please?”

“Ok, fine, you win.” Paul finally gave up protesting, “you can travel with me?”

Ash stopped for a moment and took a deep breath as he reached the hilltop. It sure was good to be back in Kanto. He’d been to a lot of fantastic places and met a lot of interesting people, but Kanto was still home. He was eager get to see all the friends he’d left behind.

He smiled. “C’mon Pikachu,” he said, peering down at what he was coming to realize was his one and only permanent companion. “Let’s get going!”

“Kaa!” Pikachu cried cheerfully, scampering up to his side.

But before Ash or Pikachu could take another step, a rustling from the tree overhead caused them to stop in their tracks. Ash and his Pokemon exchanged a look. Could it be Team Rocket? Were those losers still following them?

Ash looked up, but the rustling wasn’t from Team Rocket, ready to try another ill-advised plan to nab his Pokemon. It was a girl… well, an upside down girl. It looked like her cape was caught in a tree branch.

“Um… Hi?” Ash said, trying to attract her attention.

The girl paused in her effort to disentangle herself. “Oh… hello,” she said. “Could you give me a hand? I’m stuck.”

“Sure,” Ash said, climbing up and removing the offending branch.

The girl landed on the ground on one foot. As far as Ash could judge, she was dressed pretty strangely, but he’d met a lot of people who dressed more strangely so he didn’t pass comment.

“Hi,” he said again. “I’m Ash.”

The girl looked up from brushing the leaves out of her cape. “My name is Amelia,” she said. She gave a deep bow. “Thank you so much for helping me out!”

“No problem,” Ash said, rubbing the back of his head in a nervous gesture. “What were you doing up there anyway?”

Amelia gave a fist pump and looked determined. “I was surveying the land to make sure there weren’t any evil-doers afoot and seeking out the path that might lead me in my wanderings!”

Ash gave this sentence some thought and tried to translate it. “…You were lost?” he tried.

The girl slumped. “Yeah, I guess,” she said, kicking a stone and sounding disappointed. “I traveled here from Seyruun and everything is just totally unfamiliar…”

“Seyruun?” Ash repeated. “Never heard of it. What kind of Pokemon League do they have there?”

Amelia gave him a perplexed look. “Poke… mon?” she repeated.

“Yeah,” Ash said cheerfully, scooping up Pikachu and holding him up to Amelia. “Pokemon like Pikachu!”

Amelia hesitantly reached out to Pikachu and patted it. When Pikachu let out a delighted “Pika!” her eyes brightened.

“There are all kinds of Pokemon,” Ash explained. “Some are cute and some are pretty scary looking. There are big ones and small ones and all different types too. Around here people train them and battle them in the Pokemon League.”

Amelia immediately withdrew her hand and look scandalized. “Are you telling me,” she began, voice wavering with indignation, “that you force adorable little animals to fight each other on your behalf?!”

“Forcing innocent creatures into violent conflict!” Amelia shouted, her clenched fist shaking. “I can’t think of anything more vile and despicable! My Justice loving heart burns and this atrocity!” She pointed at the stunned Pokemon trainer. “Heaven may forgive you for your crimes, but I, Amelia, will not!”

“Hold up a second!” Ash yelled, holding up his hands. “I don’t force my Pokemon to do anything! They’re my friends! We battle together to get stronger!” He pumped his fist. “They like to battle. Right, Pikachu?”

Amelia looked doubtfully at Pikachu. “Is this true?”

“Pikachu Pika!” Pikachu enthused, nodding.

Amelia transferred her doubtful look to Ash. “Hmm…” she said. “I’ll have to see one of these Pokemon battles to be sure,” she said. She pointed at him. “In that case, I had better stick with you! Yes! And we can smash any evil-doers that would do harm to people or Pokemon with the hammer of JUSTICE!”

“Wait… what?” Ash said, not entirely keeping up. But it was too late, the strange girl took his hand and led him running down the road to a future that probably involved smashing villains and the pursuit of justice.

Spoiler:- Because the world needs at least one Vivienne x Elle fanfic:

"You're leaving?" the words taste bitter on my lips.

"Yeah. Emmett just accepted this amazing offer, and it would really help us both get our careers on the map" she giggled (that giggle that used to annoy me, it's making my heart flutter). "I totally can't believe I'm talking like this. I sound so...professional"

A small smile creeps up my lips; "That last bit sounded like the Elle I know and love"

There's a mischievous twinkle in her eyes when she replies; "You didn't like that Elle before, if I remember correctly"

I chuckle, "She grew on me. You're not that spoiled sorority girl that stalked her ex-boyfriend to Harvard Law anymore"

"I guess I have you to thank for that. I mean, you did convince to go back to that trial. Thank you, Vi"

Vi. Does she know she's the only one who calls me that? The only one allowed to call me that?.

Her phone rings, some peppy upbeat 80s pop tune, the name of which escapes me at the moment.

"Hello?" she says, and then a bright smile lights up the entire room, "Hey, baby. Yeah, I'm just having lunch with Vi. Duh, Vivienne...Really?! Oh honey, that's great. Yeah, I'll see you soon, love you too, bye".

She has a huge grin on her face, and she explodes with a squeal before composing herself. "They've increased the offer by fifty percent!"

I smile, but it's forced. I'm proud of her and Emmett, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want something unfortunate to happen, something that would prevent her from leaving. Look at this; I used to pray for the day she would no longer be a part of my life, and now the thought of her leaving is...

"Vi, are you okay?" she asks.

And that's when I realize that my eyes were watering, and the tears are leaking down my cheeks.

My voice is hoarse and choked; "Yeah, just being...sentimental. I'm going to miss you". I stand up, unsure of whether or not I should just leave, but before I can make up my mind, there's a pair of arms around my body, and the scent of vanilla invading my senses.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Vi" Elle says, and her goodbyes are the goodbyes of a friend, an acquaintance, nothing more.

And she's standing so close to me, holding me so tight, and my arms move to their own accord, embracing her body like hers did mine. And my head, which was looking at an aquarium is now turned to face her. And I'm in some sort of trance, I must be, because I'm actually thinking of kissing her. And I can't. No, I won't jeopardize this friendship. Even if I have been wanting to kiss her for a while now, ever since that day me and Warner (the thought of him makes me want to hit something) caught Callahan kissing Elle. God, I just wanted to kiss her that day, I don't know why, and I still don't.

My mind is reeling, because, sweet Jesus, I want to kiss her so bad, but I don't want her to hate me, or be disgusted with me. So I settle for a peck on her lips.

And I could slap myself for it. Because now she's yanking herself out of my embrace, grabbing her purse, and running out the door.